Two flowers bloom, one on each side.
Shen Rusong naturally didn't know what happened to the large army, but compared to worrying about the large army, he was really the mud Buddha crossing the river and couldn't protect himself.
Although he built a temporary shelter to rest for a while, Shen Rusong soon found that he could not relax. First of all, the smell on his body was too strong. All kinds of blood and mucus covered his body and clothes. The blood of the corpse was nothing, at most it smelled too bad. But saliva is filled with a large number of bacteria and microorganisms, which can aggregate into lipid bundles over time. One can imagine how uncomfortable Shen Rusong felt being wrapped in such wet and sticky stuff.
I was really tired at first, but I didn’t feel much at all. My eyelids were shaking and I was a little sleepy. I woke up from the smell after only half an hour. Even if I put on a gas mask, I could barely bear it. People's tolerance for odors is limited. If it is a smell similar to corpse odor, which can be strong enough to be toxic, it can definitely drive people crazy. .
Forget about the stench, what's terrible is that in the dark forest, the stench makes Shen Rusong shine like a torch. Even if it acts as an alternative pheromone to hide his human identity, it is also provoking other overlords in the dense forest to prey on him. By. "I'm right here, come on, come on."
Shen Rusong looked at his functional watch. The radiation pointer was already trending toward strong radiation, which meant that if he threw away his dirty and smelly clothes, he would have to eat radiation. If he didn't throw them away, he would be eaten by mutant beasts.
"I'm so unlucky." Shen Rusong smiled bitterly. He glanced at the compass and confirmed the direction. While comforting himself that the smell was refreshing, he walked out with an indifferent attitude.
The Xiaoxing'an Mountains on the north bank of the Huijiang River had rarely been inhabited before the war. The humus formed by the sedimentation of leaves mixed with the summer rain that had not yet dissipated, turning it into a swamp that the king of hell could never predict. During the day, it is difficult to observe this kind of swamp with unknown depth. God knows how many leeches and blood-sucking worms will be picked up when you step into it. At night, you can only rely on luck.
Maybe Shen Rusong has always been a good person. He safely passed through the vague swamp to another more solid hard road at the foot of the mountain. As soon as he jumped to the place, he heard a chaotic noise from behind, and he quickly returned the gun. Pointing, I saw an unknown animal struggling desperately in a swamp pit. The moonlight filtering through the dense leaves in the forest reflected a few rays of light, and seemed to have turned into countless black threads entangled around the prey. Amid the cry of "quack", the turbulent water pool returned to calm with a loud "pop", leaving only ripples.
Shen Rusong couldn't help but move his throat. This situation really made people break out in a cold sweat. If you die fighting a ghoul, you will die. If you stick out your mouth, your head will disappear. If you go slower, you will lose arms and legs. At most, you will meet your ancestors in a few quarters of an hour. If you fall into a swamp and be eaten by earthworms or small snakes, you will die. It’s so nerve-challenging.
At this moment, I thought of those ruthless Jaegers. No wonder the underground casinos were almost entirely filled with Jaegers. No doctor could relieve the psychological pressure. I'm afraid if it weren't for a psychiatrist, I would have nightmares after listening to their descriptions.
Shen Rusong moved slowly along the rocks on the corpse's lair. In his memory, he only needed to return to the starting point of the attack, and then pass through a relatively short swamp before returning to a safer path, and then follow the path left behind. Special instruction mark returns to reserve point.
If you hold it for a long time with the mentality that it will die, you will get used to it. You have been holding it for a day, and if you can't put it down, just hang it on your back and let it go. So Shen Rusong knew that at any moment a ghoul would jump out and kill him, who was almost defenseless. Instead, he didn't care. He just relied on his training instincts to cross the entire lair hill, and returned to the starting point extremely smoothly.
"It doesn't make sense. Could it be that the corpse ghost has also gone to sleep?" Shen Rusong muttered.
There were some items left at the starting point of the attack that the team had unintentionally discarded before the start of the battle, such as cigarette butts. He even found a kettle that might have been dropped by someone while running away in an emergency. This saved my life, so I quickly drank it hard.
Just as Shen Rusong was drinking water, a blur of words floated in the forest wind, but Shen Rusong could distinguish them. He instantly thought that this was the gray savage language spoken by Bai Xiaoshu.
Shen Rusong quickly hid next to the corpse of a dead ghost outside. After a while, about ten gray savages came from the darkness. With a loud cry, these savages all swarmed over. The place where Shen Rusong stayed before.
Because I talked to Bai Xiaoshu in prison for a few days and taught her to speak common language.
, Shen Rusong himself also understands some barbarian language. He feels hungry. This is an extremely simplified dialect version of Common Language. A large number of vowels have been shifted, and nouns and adjectives are also mixed. However, just like the order of common sentences has been disrupted, people can still understand it quickly. As long as it is true I have clearly understood the rules of barbarian language, and can basically understand four to five points of it. There is no difference between southern dialect and northern Mandarin.
The savages chatted for a long time. Through the gap between the corpses of the corpses, Shen Rusong held a gun with only half a magazine left and squinted at their costumes. The clothing of this group of savages is obviously tanned animal skins. The leader is obviously wearing a full-body cloak sewn with ghoul skin. The swollen forelimbs unique to the ghouls are hollowed out into arm guards, making the wearer extraordinarily majestic.
As for their weapons, everyone has a dagger made of bone hanging on their waist, which feels similar to a ceremonial dagger. Next to the bone knife is a dark gray hunting knife. However, there are only three people with guns, and they are old-fashioned rifles or folk firearms such as homemade gunpowder guns and steel ball guns. The rest are basically spears. Most of the spearheads are made of steel bars or building materials pulled from the ruins of buildings, regardless of industrial products. Anyway, the quality is really top notch.
The gray savages seemed to be arguing about something. The leader repeatedly mentioned the words "bond people" and "bond". Shen Rusong couldn't figure out what this word was, brotherhood? This should be the intuitive understanding. However, whenever the word "bond" appears, all the savages will subconsciously remain silent for a moment, and then start arguing again.
The argument didn't last long, because Shen Rusong quickly realized that these cunning people were completely diverting his attention!
He is the stupid one!
Shen Rusong immediately stood up. As soon as he raised the muzzle of the gun, he received a heavy blow on the back of his head. With his strong body, Shen Rusong endured the severe pain and elbowed the attacker's stomach with his backhand. As the opponent retched, He grabbed his shoulder, threw it over his shoulder, then raised the butt of his gun and knocked the man unconscious.
"Ping!" A gunshot sounded, and the shoulder of the savage closest to Shen Rusong exploded. This was still a hunting bullet. He was lucky if the power of the shot didn't cause him to explode into blood!
The savage vaguely surrounded Shen Rusong. Shen Rusong held a gun in one hand and reached for his pocket with the other hand, pretending to have a grenade. He knew very well that once it was known that his bullets were not enough to kill everyone, his fate would not be the same. Better than falling into the swamp pit just now.
